October is a month which helps to spread the awareness of so many important causes including, Domestic Violence, World Mental health day, Girl child day and the topic of this week’s Writer’s Quote/Poem Wednesday– Breast cancer awareness.
I found an old poetry book of mine called “Nineteen years in diapause“. I bought this book during my first year of medical school and as it was a time when I was in my early phase of poetry, I didn’t fully appreciate the beauty and gems it contained within its poems.
Nevertheless, there was one poem which stuck to me. And as I went through the book again yesterday, I came across the poem once more and knew I had to share it.
Annals of the closet by Katie Queen
No one is to disrupt mommy
when she is working,
she likes her space silent.
Her stethoscope is not a toy
and neither is our new greedy baby:
gurgling and mewing
in the room down the hall.
My room. My lavender coloured room,
a “babies room, not for big girls.”
Looking for mommy,
I found a wig
as she must have found the lump,
lurking in the deep recesses
of her lush closet,
hidden in a bag,
unearthed by curiosities
of nimble fingers’
“For when i’m old and lose my hair”
she said, without hesitation,
Plopping the carbon copy in my head.
After that, there was no need to wonder
anymore. Not even
after I saw the scar-
a pink patch
of matted stretched skin
something the baby must have seen,
did I question her.